There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea: 373. Thirty-second dragon scales (seven)

The thirty-second dragon scale (seven)

Duan Jin doesn't dare to speak at will now, because he feels that no matter what he says, she will easily get angry and unhappy when she hears it. It was as if he didn't understand what Linglong wanted him to explain. After a while, he tentatively and cautiously said, "That was a long time ago..."

Linglong looked at him silently.

Seeing her like this, Duan Jin really didn't know what to say to satisfy her. After hesitating for a long time, he said, "I... send someone to get the wood carving back?"

Extremely beautiful.

She stood up and put her hands on her hips: "What do you mean, do you want to take the opportunity to ask for a woodcarving to have a private meeting with your sweetheart? I tell you that it is impossible for you to die as soon as possible! Yes! I don't even think about you!"

Duan Jin thinks he should stop talking! He reached out and took the piece of fragrant wood, got up to leave, this was his usual style, but when he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something, and when he looked back, his wife stared at him with wide eyes and akimbo. This shape can be said to be quite indecent, but Duan Jin felt strangely cute. He explained: "I will go to the study to do woodcarving."

But she still stood staring at him. Duan Jin licked his lips nervously, and said tentatively, "How about...you come to supervise the work?"

"I don't want it, but since you begged me sincerely, then I will reluctantly go for it."

Duan Jin suddenly didn't know whether she was going for real or fake, and if she was going, why did she refuse? Why go if you refuse? He was full of doubts and did not dare to ask, so he had to walk in front of him and lead the way, only to be dragged by Linglong's sleeve before he took two steps, and he turned his head and saw that her small white face was full of dissatisfaction: "You are so much taller than me. The legs are also longer than mine, and one step is on top of me for several steps. You walk so fast, how am I going to chase you? Or is it that you don’t want to take me there at all, and the invitation just now was a fake courtesy?”

"Sincerely."

He was satisfied with his swiftly remedial attitude. She simply continued to cheat and stretched out her hands. Duan Jin didn't understand what she meant, so he raised his eyebrows slightly to express his doubts, and Linglong stomped his feet and said impatiently, "I want you to carry me over!"

This is too intimate for Duan Jin to accept. There was a look of rejection on his face. Because of his restrained temperament, he would never do anything that would harm his identity in front of others. Now, in this day and age, there are many servants, and he can't do it at all.

Just when he thought his wife would be angry, she burst into tears.

Different from the usual hysterical crying, her beautiful eyes quickly filled with tears, she looked pitiful and aggrieved, but the tears didn't fall, so they swirled in her eyes, fearing that the gods would see them. Can not help but pity. Duan Jin was really afraid of her tears, and his heart was sour and astringent, and said, "Don't cry, okay?"

Linglong sniffed, "I won't cry if you carry me."

Duan Jin sighed: "Madam..."

"Do you carry it?"

Seeing that the crystal clear tears are about to fall, Duan Jin's mind is hot: "Back."

Then he saw what his wife's face-changing stunt was. She blinked her tears almost instantly and waved to him excitedly: "You squat down and squat down."

Have already agreed, but it's hard to get over the water, Duan Jin squatted down silently, and Linglong happily threw himself on his back, wrapping his hands tightly around his neck, "Let's go!"

The smile was innocent and cute. Duan Jin couldn't see her expression, but he could hear her full of joyful laughter. Her face was almost lost. In this yard, there were servants who were waiting for them. Just keep your mouth tight. The plan for now is to go to the study as soon as possible, so as not to cause her trouble again.

Hand her the fragrant wood, "Take it."

Linglong is very obedient and obedient now, with one arm around Duan Jin's neck and the other holding Xiangmu, her body is soft and light, Duan Jin was secretly surprised when he carried her on his back - why is she so light? It was as light as if it had no weight. The husband and wife had been together for more than a year, but it was the first time that they were so intimate. Duan Jin was disturbed by the lingering fragrance in his breath and was speechless.

Linglong said: "I will be happy if you always carry me and hug me in the future."

Duan Jin hummed: "Listen to you."

Linglong once again felt that Duan Jin was like a donkey pulling a mill. If you give him a whip, he will take a step forward. If you don't hit him, he will stay put. She simply kissed him on the cheek: "Really support me?"

As a result, I was kissed like this, and Mr. Duan almost threw his wife off his back! His face turned red frantically at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he finally reprimanded: "No nonsense."

Linglong pouted: "Why am I fooling around? I kiss you and it's all nonsense, so what are you who gave birth to a son with me?"

Duan Jin has died of arguing with Linglong, and no matter what she says, she can't say anything about her. He endured her hot cheeks and took her to the study. As for the ghostly eyes of people along the way, Duan Jinquan thought he was blind.

He put Linglong on the soft couch in the study and tapped her nose with the fingers of his right hand. It was repeated on Linglong today. "Next time you can't be so frivolous in public."

Call Meng Lang frivolous with a kiss? Linglong blinked, Duan Jin wondered if she had listened to it, but just as he was about to repeat it, she suddenly smiled at him - it was really the melting of ice and snow, and it opened up in an instant. , This time the kiss did not fall on the cheek, but on the lips.

"It's not a big crowd here, there's no one else besides you and me, can you be so frivolous?"

She said, and licked her red lips, with a little bit of indecision.

Duan Jin had no idea how to react. His face was stiff and red, and after a while, just when Linglong thought he was going to lose his temper and tell her a lot of things, he stood up straight and said calmly: "It's not an example."

It's pretty intimidating if you don't have the same hands when you turn around to get the tools.

Duan Jin has not touched a wood carving for several years since he played for the emperor. He was a little unfamiliar with the carving knife in his hand. He stared at the fragrant wood in his hand, slightly absent-minded, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, there was a pain in the cheek, and Linglong actually pinched his face, humming and threatening: "In front of me, who are you thinking about?"

Duan Jin really didn't think about anyone, just recalled when he was addicted to woodcarving in the past, he was pinched in the face by her, this is a weak woman, and also his wife, he naturally won't be annoyed, but because of this, he talks a little Slurred: "Shake it off."

Linglong asked: "Who are you thinking about?"

Duan Jin shook his head to indicate that no one thought about it. He took her two little hands and gently took them down, saying, "I was just thinking about the past, when my father was still there, he taught me how he would look like."

Linglong listened and tilted her head. Duan Jin was taken aback by her unconscious movement, and then she squeezed into his arms and stretched out two tender white hands: "Come on, teach me by hand. Well."

This is not an unrecognized craft. Duan Jin really thought that Linglong was interested in learning it, so he taught it very seriously. As a result, he just said a word, asking her to concentrate, and she kissed him on the chin. One bite. Duan Jin was ecstatic, he coughed lightly, and said, "Look at me carefully."

What he meant was to ask her to look at the knife in his hand, but Linglong really stared at him with watery eyes, which was different from the previous tantrum, tender and affectionate. Rao Shi Duan Jin was also caught by such undisguised fiery gaze and didn't know where to put his hands and feet. Just as he was about to say a few more words to her, she kissed her again.

In a daze, Duan Jin seems to understand what it means to wear one's ears and temples, and what it means to add fragrance to one's sleeves, and also understand why heroes, literati, and writers throughout the ages have been saddened by the Beauty Pass.

She was meandering in his arms like water, soft and sweet, and Duan Jin began to wonder if she was dreaming. How did the wife become so lovely? He knew that his character was difficult to get close to, and he felt overwhelmed every time he saw her tears, so he had to stay away from her. Duan Jin didn't have so much time to coax her - he wasn't the kind of person who would coax his wife tenderly.

But now his wife has been blunt about what she wants, what she likes, what she hates, and what she expects from him - she is willing to say that Duan Jin will do it for her, as long as it is within his power .

Like this wood carving, he didn't even think in the direction she was jealous of. He vaguely liked people, but the other party had a heart, and he wouldn't do anything that would make people love them. Knowing that a marriage contract had been made, Duan Jin no longer thought about that person.

Nowadays, he suddenly had an idea that maybe he should not only know this clearly in his own heart, but should also make it clear to his wife.

"...The wood carving you mentioned was a gift I gave her when she left the capital. It wasn't worth anything, it was just a thought." Duan Jin pondered the words, lest he would make a mistake if he didn't say it right. To avoid his wife's taboo, "If you are not happy, I will only carve it for you in the future."

Linglong looked at him in astonishment. He thought he was suddenly enlightened, but by looking at Duan Jin's expression, he knew that he was not enlightened. Make wood carvings for others, but can't get back what has been sent out. She doesn't like it, so he will only do it for her in the future.

No embarrassment or grievance, he willingly agreed to her.

Small's nose twitched, and Linglong suddenly said without thinking: "You're starting to smell good."

Duan Jin said: "It's your scent."

Linglong just smiled but didn't speak, Duan Jin wrapped her in his arms in this posture, the fragrant sawdust fell on the table little by little, his voice became more and more gentle and low, as if he was talking about an old Story, as long as you are willing to listen, he will not stop.